Pi (Explicit)

Pi (Explicit) - J. Cole/Daylyt/Ab-Soul

Lyrics by：Daylyt/J. Cole/Ab-Soul

Composed by：Daylyt/J. Cole/Ab-Soul

Produced by：Daylyt

Know what I'm sayin'

Lights off lights goin' know what I'm sayin'

Haha uh

So soulful don't you agree

I do yeah

Is it a room full of full of mirrors or a room full of Motown

I don't know

Shoutout to Zordon if you know you know

She makes the rain fall from my eyes

Ayy

You know that I do belie

Man

The criteria for this tier is just a open pride

Hope and cries but so can I

I drop the unprovoken crimes

Pray to the heaven God with no disguise

We roll the dice and hope the soul unties

Reap the fruit with no bow tie

Sensitive Pisces still thuggin' baby ain't 'fraid to cry

Skinny biggy lens is tinted ain't got no lazy eye

Heart of gold almost sold it in Saudi Arabia

Quill told me the clouds ain't real God gotta paint the sky

So I'm a student of Sophia Stewart the Matrix ain't a lie

Tainted Gods fall from the sky

Tie in inception

When you wake inside this dream you a weapon

Step in the cypher know the beef real

Your life at stake ages with each meal

Real estate of mind you need equity

Let the beat build

Poison in my cup I need to refill

I feel it in my gut you niggas meek still

I inherit the Earth

Like three wise men pulled up to cherish my birth

They placed me in a manger wasn't that major at first

But what a mess I'll leave I'm the savior at work

I ain't sayin' I'm Jesus

Got the job of the messiah Ty and Joe we block all devils

Get y'all shovels can ya dig it

We gon' riot if y'all pick it

Sign of danger oh we anger from my past can't get past that

We the last batch and the cause installed we got Black facts

Grow a spinal cord or backtrack

The homies call me Batman I'm the African Ben Affleck

Publishin' some other **** like is something up with ASCAP

It's training day don't get your a*s capped

Givenchy snapback with the rindstones you ain't never had that

Was at Saks fifth with dough that's a double entendre

Everything I say is d**e is this a microphone or contra

Bands in my pocket

See what they told Malcolm X to do with his hands

That **** was out of pocket

Picked up shotguns that came in handy wasn't no plan B

Kid gone who can **** with him

Knew them shots would muzzle him

Knew the blocks would puzzle him

Let' go stupid because of him

Shells fallin' like Nephilim

Gilgamesh who can **** with him

Perfect

Oh y'all thought we was done wit' em

Huh

Y'all must be stupid we finna go dumb on 'em

Just keep your ears open like Dumbo and them

Good luck to them it's up for them

Piece of the pie edge we gon' crumble 'em

Three fourteen on the guy head when we rumble 'em

Hahaha on second thought that's enough for them

Nah you gotta chill bro

Hahaha

She makes a tear fall from my eye

Ah man I wish it was the rain

You gotta reach out to them

She makes the rain fall from my eye

Uh prayer hands for the land where they sprayin' pellets

And turning your mans to an angelic

Being and freeing him from this crammed hellish hole

The weather's cold from jealous souls that fanned fellas

I danced as well as Chris Breezy when the bullets start strayin' careless

I won't let him Swiss cheese me got plans that I can't fail at

Seen plenty bodies trembling resembling Cam Reddish

So full of potential but never given a real chance to develop

My head envelops the pen these ain't fan letters I craft

His album dropped it was trash

I litter it like I can't spell it

Is you a demon or is that demeanor for the 'Gram

Tell us

They plead the fifth I'm seeing hints of a trans fella

In cancel culture's vicinity he's no killer trust me

Beneath his chosen identity there is still a p***y period

Blood spillin' monthly rather weekly as a myriad of bodies drop

Where bricks get karate chopped to maximize the dojo comprende

I wonder will my friends make it past the pearly gates

So we could kick it

But based on what their sins say probably not

Hit lick after lick like a lollipop

You niggas take a lie detect' the polygraph'll probably pop

You know my zone I live here at the top

Right now I'm home alone Macaulay cot

I keep the shotty cocked in 'case

Somebody plot to rob me of this godly spot

Jermaine monstrous

Like that nigga off Jumanji they know how he rock

All these bodies I done caught I should probably stop

Nah **** that I willingly venture into a den full of lions

On some kill or be sent to a funeral home facility

To test my ability with this thrilling agenda

But it's hard to meet my match when my raps ain't really that tender

Since birth the kid knew his worth

Never wallowed in sorrow the game he dispersed

In these verses bring a gillie potential a milli' from pencils

Never will my ability cripple

Now please hold your L like you guardin' Philly's young center

Quick to leave a chick curved

It's only one of me but better slide six hers

In my mobile device you feel the motive in these quotables right

Cole is the nicest but ain't **** about these vocals polite

Focusin' like bifocals while I'm walkin' on tightropes from a height

You folks'll only get this scope from a flight

How many Verses Of The Year this year is Cole gonna write

Uh

You know that I do believe she

She makes a tear fall from my eye

Falling I

You know that I do believe she I